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Chapter 87. Seventh Year Ten ☾

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Sirius sighed, rubbing his eyes. "You guys couldn't have just handled Dora for two more weeks?"

Harry and Draco glared, holding up several brightly colored picket signs. Their t-shirts had pictures of the metamorphmagus with a big "X" through the face.

Neville shook his head. "They are declaring the classroom a 'Dora-free' zone."

"Seriously?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, "and we've built a wall."

Severus walked over, glaring. "Do we have a problem?"

"Apparently," Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, "they can't wait two more weeks until Moony comes back to teach the remainder of DADA."

"And so they have created their own autonomous zone?"

"Hermione didn't help," Neville said, writing a few notes in his parchment. "She was trying to read up on Civics, she heard somewhere she'll need to be competent in it for uni, and they were bugging her. So, she began reading the book aloud. Apparently, it gave them the idea to set up their own self-contained Hogwarts in the DADA classroom."

Luna smiled, waving her own picket sign. "I helped make the t-shirts." She pulled out a copy of the Quibbler, with the headline, "The Right to Protest Protected" splashed across the front page. "And I contacted the press to get the word out."

"This is going too far," Sirius said, crossing his arms.

"You think?" Narcissa asked, joining the growing crowd. "Draconus, I taught you better than this."

"You didn't teach me anything," Draco countered, scowling.

"You just helped the man keep us down!" Harry said, waving his sign in her face.

Severus rubbed his eyes. "I am banning Miss Granger from any Muggle Studies ever again."

Sirius turned to the headmaster. "What are we doing with Muggle Studies now?"

"That is a problem for next year."

"But shouldn't we get a jump start on applicants?"

The headmaster's voice rose. "We currently have a student-led coup, a madwoman on the loose, an auror trying to escape to undo our Order-led coup, and we eventually have to fix the government we successfully shutdown. Not to mention, we still have to defeat Voldemort." He threw his hands in the air. "I am sorry if hunting for applicants is not my first priority."

"Not to mention the unplanned-for-death of our Transfiguration professor, and now two young infants to care for, instead of the one which could be handed off quite easily," Narcissa pointed out. Shacklebolt scowled, crossing his arms.

"If I'm such an inconvenience, there is an easy fix for several of your problems."

The deputy headmaster shook his head. "No, it will only cause more headaches."

"You should be happy they let you out of Narcissa's office," Neville said, not looking up from his notes. "There was a suggestion to put you into a deep sleep until your true love came and gave you a kiss. It was only stopped when no one believed we could ever find your true love."

The dark man scowled. "What are you writing?"

"Draco and Harry enlisted me as their chronicler. I send all notes to the Quibbler for their newest issues."